Up the AFSCME

So I'm pretty sure I didn't get that BCA position I bid on back in November. I still haven't gotten official word. I learned from another CoW who talked to the other person who bid on the position. According to my CoW, Other Candidate said she got offered the post and that she thinks she only got it because she has more seniority. I'm going with that because it makes me feel better to say she is not better than me. I mean, how much Law & Order does she watch?

But seriously, there is some bullshit going down. Our unit is dealing with some major bullshit involving shitty employees who can't be fired for being shitty employees because they are protected under our union contract. (Ex: you are a shitty employee when you take 6 weeks off work because of the "stress" brought on by planning the wedding you browbeat your fiance into having. This same employee was taking 2 or 3 days a week off prior to that because of the "stress" brought on by the lack of a proposal by her fiance. And you know how she is getting away with it? She doctor-shopped to find someone who would say she was stressed so she could get time off under the Family Medical Leave Act.) It's that sort of shit as well as good workers being passed over because they have less time in the organization (not less experience) and the extreme nepotism and buddy-bumping that goes on around here that really pisses me off.

I think I've mentioned before that my boss loves me. I have been offered opportunities for advancement in our unit which would really fall under the buddy-bumping. Positions that technically should be posted for everyone to apply instead have people just magically moved over. My cross-training presumably could have lead to a bump without formal application. I know it happens everywhere, but it doesn't cheese me off any less, particularly when it involves people who SUCK (CoWorker I Hate and King of Getting into Yelling Matches with Customers Dark Roots Derrick are now Team Leads even though both are really terrible at customer service/people skills) and when I'm one of the folks getting screwed.

What? Isn't everyone okay with stuff until it negatively affects them. At least, I'm honest.

But I'm only a little bitter. Okay, I'm a lot bitter.

I wanna be rich

I really need to win the Powerball because I just can't deal with office bullshit anymore. I can't deal with bitchy know-it-alls or whiny, self-centered brats who pout when you don't say hello to them. I also can't stand having to carry lazy thoughtless motherfuckers who fell perfectly comfortable taking days off or strolling in late with little regard to how it effects other people. And I REALLY can't stand a supervisor who spends more time trying not to piss anyone off than actually supervising.

But more than anything, I can't stand constantly bitching about the people I work with. Some might say I should stop bitching, but when a good chunk of my time awake is spent with these assholes, it's kinda tough to let it roll off ya and since I can't totally go off on these motherfuckers like I want to, I have this blog. I don't call myself the Crotchety Crocheter for nothin'. I am thankful that I have a job right now and I can half-sorta pay my bills and feed my stupid face, but that doesn't make it any less frustrating to have to deal with other people's insensitivity and pettiness.

Then again, they may feel the same about me. Maybe my frosty, cold-shouldered, I'm-not-here-to-make-friends attitude pisses them off. Maybe I think I'm just an awesome workerbee doing her job and they think I'm a robotic bitznitch with a chip on her shoulder. They are probably right to some degree. I don't pretend to want to get to know them or to let them get to know me. I do believe that my only obligation here is to do my job well. I'm not paid to coo over their babies (if I'm not in the mood which is rare because I do love babies) or their puppies or listen to them bitch about their husbands. There's nothing gained by me telling them about what my friends and I did over the weekend, how my family is doing in Indiana, or whether I'll marry someday (none of these bastards would be invited to the wedding).

These people are driving me to smoke. I hate them for this.